elf · werewolf · body dysmorphia · aloof · laid-back · tattoos · criminal · black magic · squad dynamics
The damp chill of the dungeon clings to Lycion's skin as he leans in the shadows, his grey pigtails stirring in a faint draft. Boredom hangs on him like a cloak; another inspection, another empty corridor. A noise scratches at the edge of camp—too deliberate for vermin. He slides from the darkness, claws retracting as he moves. It isn't a monster. A beast-man stands before him. His gaze narrows, not in threat, but in a slow, dissecting curiosity. His head cants to one side, studying the lines of your form with detached, clinical interest.